JAGnięcy szept / AGNus whispers

Words of hatred every day: Love thy neighbour but only if he's gay Don't be proud of who you are Unless your parents came from far Words of hatred every day Limit things that we should say Past is by-gones, let them sleep They'll tell you what memories to keep Don't stand by yourself, unless You're a hater, better join the nets Words of hatred everywhere Stand in line, behave, beware Words of hatred every day: Love thy neighbour but only if he's gay Don't be proud of who you are Unless your parents came from far We've been given a freedom of speech? The old walls we used to breach See, they've risen once again When you criticize you hate Just enjoy your flat TV Clap your hands and down your knee Words of hatred any more Won't be in your private store And only in the most savage mind of yours Will you make out the right course Time you stopped being manipulated.... Words of hatred every day:...

Words of hatred every day: Love thy neighbour but only if he's gay Don't be proud of who you are Unless your parents came from far Words of hatred every day Limit things that we should say Past is by-gones, let them sleep They'll tell you what memories to keep Don't stand by yourself, unless You're a hater, better join the nets Words of hatred everywhere Stand in line, behave, beware Words of hatred every day: Love thy neighbour but only if he's gay Don't be proud of who you are Unless your parents came from far to be cont....

Sour winds more bitter than memory Catching the thoughts in icicles Sour winds more bitter than memory Catching the thoughts in icicles Are we at all sorry? By the stone wartime grave, I know Thou art my burden though you bestow  Yet I will never stop being proud To live in this country, my vow Trees wrinkled with time Or maybe bullets are still looking for their way out Of the forest Way out of the forest, no doubt The fault is not mine By the stone wartime grave, I know Thou art my burden though you bestow  Yet I will never stop being proud To live in this country, my vow Forgive the others, forgive yourself Your troop is far away Forgive the others, forgive yourself Your troop is far away, a confusion Your country's a distant illusion Winds will melt diamond tears Do windmills care which state they grind in? Scattered stones scar the slopes But no-one clears the moss In the cosmo-inn Under the starred blue sky We're children o...

and what really binds us is this furry bundle on the duvet as long as it keeps breathing our world will keep up to the notion it's all but brevet and will end up void-sniffing ...or snuffing and if the world starts turning backwards forwards in a fortnight and matter will become will will it matter? as long as the downy link exists

a story by K. Sowiński, my translation revisited and redecorated Grandpa Wake up and smell the coffee – he’s a grandpa, already..... All have passed so soon, even though never-ending childhood days, holidays so long and fragrant of sand, grass, water – predicted eternity. Passed like one blink, eyes open , eyes closed, like one not too long yet calm sleep. What a cliché!............ And now, he was standing at the airport. By himself. Yes, once he’d heard Him and Her say it is one of the largest airports in the world – Heathrow… But, can words express such immensity? Can imagination imagine THAT, can’t it?.... That was like an enormous city, full of giant-building-like aircrafts, compared to which buses, seemingly huge - so far, now appeared as toys only. And worse, the noise… Terrible… The incessant noise made his head split. Tremendous pain he’d never felt before. And every now and then, when a plane, like a colossal hawk, or maybe another bird, floated above h...

Running on my sore feet again Chasing  illusions and pain With the river squirming to and fro Tracing insights by Leonardo Sometimes hammered, sometimes with a pure mind Feeling stone walls as if I was blind Can a city be ever-inviting At the same time be alien and biting? A great spider has crouched firm and proud On the watercourse, to the dome, bowed Poor Ophelia in her silent scream Will not last till the age of steam Running on my sore feet again Chasing  illusions and pain With the river squirming to and fro Tracing insights by Leonardo Round the city with the pubs so hoary They could make for a gallery Cunning Jack is still humming tunes Yet, they're smothered by the car fumes Waterloo sunsets, parks and gardens, cranes, sights Darkening figures in their old rites Jagged skyline will brush all mirages People burdened with their own collages Running on my sore feet again Chasing  illusions and pain With the river squirming to a...

(to my dog) When you came into my life You could walk only to the sides Smelled like milk that has gone off Soft like silk, with needle-like claws Now that you have grown so old Need my help so let me hold You when climbing up the stairs Wag your tail, be free from cares Wag, wag - they say you're a hooligan Wag, wag - and that you're not very smart Wag, wag - I'd say you're the sweetest thing Wag, wag - though not as quick as a dart (in the uptake) Though you teach us how to pass I don't want it, let it last Let us walk an endless stroll Make up for what long time stole Still a puppy in a fogey's flesh First day memories are always fresh When I sink deep in your eyes Your love's clear with no disguise Wag, wag - they say you're a hooligan Wag, wag - and that you're not very smart Wag, wag - I'd say you're the sweetest thing Wag, wag - though not as quick as a dart (in the uptake) And be my trouble be m...